Going back to the initial homecoming, I had noticed a pungent smell but I thought it was just where it had permeated the carpet/whatever. After the man had left, I asked Cuz if the commode in the little bathroom had been flushed. She didn’t know but she’d check. It hadn’t. That was my poop commode. The one off my bedroom was used for less serious business. I guess she thought I had an amazing talent for holding it. She found out. That commode was FULL. At least you couldn’t say I was.
Learning to navigate with a 50 foot line was quite a challenge. I was still very shaky and it wasn’t easy to pull it wherever I went. Cuz insisted that I name it since it has to be male because it follows me everywhere. I complied with “Ralph”.
The bed is really nice. It has a corded control with a clip that isn’t adequate for the job. If it were, it would, no doubt, make a hole in whatever it was chewing. I finally looped it over the side rail and tied it so it couldn’t get away.
My first night was like all the others had been. I slept a little here and a little there with no real resting. It was nice to be home, though, so that was a plus.
The line behind my ears is much smaller in diameter than the ones in the hospital. I thought that would be to the good but it’s a two-edged sword, literally. After days of wearing it, my ears were very sore where they were cutting into them. I went online and ordered some thingies that are supposed to help. They are to be worn with a cap, a visor or headbands and I don’t have any of the three. I’ve ordered some headbands and found too late that they are actually coming from China and I think it’s on a slow boat.
In the meantime, Cuz gave me some 2×2 gauze pads. The first pair would keep falling off. The next, I stapled so they couldn’t. They make all the difference in the world.
The days since the hospital have been a round of breathing treatments (four a day vs six in the hospital–I can be thankful), medications, making sure I take my “stomach pills” just before meals and bedtime. Cuz has been right here beside me through all of this and I greatly appreciate it. She checks on me multiple times a day and will sit down for a visit now and then.
Anything I need, they get for me. I’m out of bananas. Okay, we’ll get you some. Oranges? No problem. I hope SOMEBODY is keeping track of all this because they won’t take anything. Maybe DD is footing the bill. I don’t know. All I know is, I can’t get any of them to take a cent.
And now for the understanding part. I have thought in the past that Genese could surely play a game of Wordscraper. Well, the Lord has taught me a lesson. I got so low, there was no way I could do anything even close. I was so weak it was hard to open my tomato juice. The orange juice was in a carton but there was a time when it wasn’t that easy, either. I still have trouble opening my coconut yogurt. When I’d get up, I’d get shaky and have to hold to things to walk. That’s gotten better but my stamina is in the toilet (not the one referred to before).
If I tried to watch a video, anything full length had to be watched in pieces if at all. I had a hard time concentrating. My handwriting looked like hen scratching (except no self-respecting hen would have claimed it to be hers). I tried to keep my sense of humor about the whole thing but it’s pretty difficult sometimes.
This will be the last of the series since all the days for the last more than two weeks have kind of blended together. There’s a lot of sameness in them with very little out of the ordinary. Anything else will be in a different post.
The only cliffhanger I can think to write now is—what next?